Albert to read your books
in the peace and quiet
of the turntable room
Behind a wall of noise
only I can listen
to with my headphones on
Silence beyond it seems
a pantomime of light
against living matter
Underneath my bunker
feeling invisible
I hide inside the gloom
Reading words in English
translated from the French
stealing but a moment
Delving into each book
with relish the sorrow
I stuff down deep inside
Sitting between classes
on campus in Irvine
my first and only year
In college at Irvine
after which I withdrew
as if my mind were gone
Left to read your novels
short stories essays plays
at home like a squatter
Even then my childhood
shrieked at the accident
of my birth and my life
Not until I finished
all the fiction you wrote
did I note a movement
Trapped inside my guts deep
within my abdomen
I felt a hint of pride
Rebel in a punk band
my parents could never
understand the stripped gear
Ever present my car
a four-speed manual
transmission could not reach
Veritably beyond
what was given my mind
could only imagine
Onwards and upward gears
the future would display
along with my hard strife
Long ago I struggled
against conformity
born a stranger to teach
Tomorrow's lost children
how to reclaim their soul
and strive full of passion
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